So I've been thinking a lot, which is something I'd like to believe I do anyway, but it's easier to quantify when I feel the need to sit down and write something.
The past year or so has been really good for me. That is, it hasn't been perfect. Not in the slightest. But, I have felt better. I'm dealing with the imperfections more healthily.
One thing I'm very happy about is that I'm starting to find my own voice, in writing, in reading, in art, in music, in life... it feels a lot better. I've met a lot of people and done a lot of things that have helped me sort of develop myself, I guess. And I'm more honest with me. That's always nice. (Lesson: Bad things happen when you are not honest with yourself. Trust me)
Anyway, while we're in this weird sea of thought drifting in no real direction, one of my New Years Resolutions this year was to read one hundred books. So far my completed list is; The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, Looking for Alaska by John Green, Paper Towns by John Green, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, The Book Theif by Mark Zusak, Fool Moon by Jim Butcher, Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, An Abundance of Katherines by John Green, On Law, Morality, and Politics by St. Thomas Aquinas, The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, King Lear by William Shakespeare, Meditations on First Philosophy by Rene DesCartes, The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood, The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury, Discourse on the Origins of Inequality by Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Sourcery by Terry Pratchett, A Confession by Leo Tolstoy, The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman, and The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. Basically all of these were ranging from 'Really good' to 'Most amazing book I've ever read in my life'. Some of the philosophy was downright ridiculous, though. But entertaining.
Currently reading Catch 22 by Joseph Heller and The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky. Doing the math, I probably won't make it. Especially since I plan on reading some monsters like, well, The Brothers K for one, as well as Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace and War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. Oh well. I've hopefully got enough life to read everything I want to.
I'm a little bittersweet about high school being over soon. Mostly sweet. But some bitter. A lot of fear for the future, but what else is new?
Man, this account is old. I should probably get a new one. I'm not paying for a subscription to change this stupid name. Ah, well.
That's enough random blurbs for now.